Sharky

We understand

Tis Moi, Luca

Could you at least give us a nickname?

Not Zesty

And maybe a photo

Doesn’t have to show your full face

We would just feel better knowing you actually are the same age as us, and all that

Zesty

If I’m sending you a photo of myself, you have to promise to send one too

Tis Moi, Luca

Of course

We are gentlemen, after all

I’d kind of assumed by now that they were all guys, even though I had nothing substantial to base that on, but it felt weird getting confirmation of it. I was in a group chat with five boys. I wasn’t even sure I could name five boys that I’d had a non-school-related conversation with in the last year. Funny how that worked out.

Zesty

I guess you can call me eggo

That’s what my brother called me for ages before he could pronounce my name

I felt a little weird sharing a personal story like that—it wasn’t exactly anything ground-breaking, but I was pretty sure it was something nobody outside of my family and Sloane knew about me, but if I was going to be in this group chat long-term, it was probably about time that I get used to giving out details of my life. Things would come up, and I would want to share, so it was easier to start now, right?

Tis Moi, Luca changed Zesty’s name to Eggo

Tis Moi, Luca

Hope you don’t mind

I was getting confused by Zesty, and Not Zesty

Sharky

And whose fault was that?

Tis Moi, Luca

I didn’t ask you

Eggo

I’m cool with it!

And here’s a photo

I attached a recent selfie I’d taken of myself at the airport. In the photo, I had a face mask and glasses on, and my hood up, so only the top half of my face and a tiny bit of my hair were visible. I was hoping I wouldn’t be very recognizable from it since I hardly ever wore glasses, and my most distinct feature—my blonde hair—was mostly hidden. Ithought the photo at least showed enough for them to see that I was actually a sixteen-year-old girl.